The never used my name. If they addressed me at all it was either slut or bitch or cunt. Soon, men started gathering around to watch and listen.One of...the men who had come closer to enjoy the show asked, "Is that your little sex toy?"Mr. Riggs answered disdainfully, "Actually, the dumb cunt is married to one of my employees. Most of the time she's just a happy little housewife. Tonight, however, she's my twenty-two year old cum pig."I don't know why my age was worth mentioning or exactly what. Only her years of experience allowed her to contain her anger. “My secrecy was under your mother’s direct orders – orders you seem to be demonstrably flouting. She ordered me – and thus, you - to return to the palace immediately and to tell no one of your departure.”Ataya rolled her eyes. She was an attractive young woman, her long, red hair streaming in kinks and whorls down around her face. Her green eyes could be as hard as agates or as welcoming as a grassy meadow. She wasn’t tall, barely. I followed my mana channels and noticed they seemed more profound. When I got to my core, something had changed here as well. My core was no longer just a ball of colored light. It now looked like a golden ball of molten metal. I became worried when I noticed the braided cords had disappeared.Fortunately, as I searched for the cords, I caught movement in my core. Patches of red and blue now flowed in and out of view on my undulating mana. Hoping our bonds hadn’t changed, I pushed into my core.. We don’t have a regular sitter because we so rarely require one but we have a few we use. We wanted to go out overnight last weekend but made the decision fairly late in the game. As a result, we were scrambling hard to find someone as most already had commitments. Working our way down the list we ran out of our regulars. One of the regular girls suggested that one of her sisters might be able to help us out. Once we had no other options, we rang her sister Deb and she wasn’t doing anything.